Not what I often say I am
You can hear it in the timbre shaking
I can do what I can do
Not what I sometimes say I can
You can hear it in the words wobbling
I go on in the search of self
Not what I maybe care to call myself
You can see that in the superficiality
I don't go where I ought to go
Not where I somehow feel I ought to go
You can see it in the conceit of self-deceit
I want you to know
Your kind words helped me to more than know
I am what I am
I just need
To find the way of the certainty
To discover how to show it
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